Custody

"Sir?" A voice called out before everyone was pushed out and the door slammed shut. Lee Seng stood in his spot as he watched his father curse.

"Y-you bastard! Y-you would harm your own Father?" The Creator shouted.

"And you would beat your own son to the verge of death and heal him again and do it over and over and over and over?" Lee Seng deflected back. He took a step forward as his father squirmed. The sound of pounding grew loud as Lee Seng desperately wanted to rid himself of these feelings. "You're the reason I'm like this, Dad. The reason I feel every ounce of pain in my body. Shouldn't you take responsibility for that? Shouldn't you take away these feelings you put in me?!?" Another arm snapped in half. The Creator howled as the doors busted open.